AN: This is just my idea about the new Dragon Age game. I'll add this onto Quotev but under a different name. Dragon age and all the characters belong to bio ware (apart from OC's obviously) so yeah. Pleased don't murder me.


CHAPTER 1: THE BEGINNING

Amala ran as fast as she could. She couldn't stay in Kirkwall, she would be made tranquil otherwise. She prefered to be a fugitive than to have no emotions, not knowing the fade or even who she was before. She wouldn't even remember her friends or family. Nor those close to her. Nothing of her previous life. She would do whatever the templars did, and all because of some whim.

As she ran, the cold wind hit her face, turning her cheeks red. She breathed heavily, her breath coming out her mouth as white mist swirling until it faded. She could hear the templars shouts come louder and louder as their footsteps grew closer. She risked a glance back, and the Templars were in sight. Amala stopped at the entrance of a tunnel. She turned slowly.

"THERE SHE IS!" a Templar yelled, pointing his sword at her. The Templar who ran quicker than the others had black shaggy hair, and he was holding a greatsword. She knew who it was. The Templars formed a semi-circle around walked towards her, weapons pointing at her.

"Wait!" The black haired Templar haulted the others. "Amala, come back to Kirkwall." He said looking at Amala.
"No, Carver. I cannot." She looked to the ground.
"Why, sister?"
"Because I'm a fugitive idiot! I would be killed on sight. And I refuse to return with someone like you!" Carver looked at her, confusion on his features. "You killed him." She mumbled.
"What was that?" Carver asked, "I didn't hear you."
"You Killed Him!" Amala snarled, "Maker's Breath you killed him!"

Carver didn't say anything and Amala had already started to summon a spell,"Goodbye brother." She said. She started to mutter a spell under her breath through clenched teeth. The closer to the end she got, the louder and angrier the words became.

The last word was so loud that her voice reverbrated off the walls of the cave and the trees of the forest.
Nothing happened. All was silent.

"Haha." A templar laughed, until, after a few minutes, there was a rumbling sound and the earth shook. Amala looked around her, then up above. The rocks strted to crack. She looked back at Carver, "You won't hear from me again." Rocks started falling, creating dust as they landed. She ran into the cave, the entrance letting the only light in. She kept running, and then everything went black.